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THE HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY VOL. XVII. riIOFESS/OXAJ■ CA It DS. c.;. s». cinritci.ii., DENTIST, • fclcDusoruß { >a. Any one desiring work i\mu can '»o no ion.iiiodttted cither l»y calling on nic in per son or addressing me through the nulls form? cash, unless special urangemenls \re rtherw:<i- made. Gko W. Bryan | W. T. Dtckrn. ItRVAI A UK Kll^ ATTORNEYS AT LAW, McOonoi.oii, •!a. Will practice in the comities composing the Flint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Court of Georgia and the United States District Court. apr*27-ly y . ’ ATTORNEY AT LAW. , * M,oi)o»oton, (.a. • ' Will practice in all the Courts of Georgia Special attention giten to commercial and other collections. Will attend allthe Courts it, Hampton regularly. Office upstairs-over Jhk Wkkki. • office. A. IIKOWN. ’ ATTORNEY AT LAY/. McDonocoh, Ga. Will practice in all the counties compos ing the Flint Circuit, the Supreme Court of Georgia and the United States District Court. ianl-ly J_J A. PUEPLKS, ATTORNEY AT LAW, llamctOn, Vi», . Will practice in'all the counties composing the Flint Judicial Circuit, the Supreme Court of Getugia and the District Court of the United States. Special and prompt atten tion given to Collections, Oct 8, 1888 Jno. I). Stewart, j R.T. Daniel NTEIVART A HAtilEli, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Gkipvir, Ga. j Olt A 3., I t SI. ATTORNEY AT LAW, Gate City Nutioal Bank Building, - Atlanta, Ga, Practices in the State and Federal Courts. jjt I’. WHKJIN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, H mp'ton, tin. Will practice in all the State and Feder al courts. Collections a specialty, and prompt attention given to all business en trusted to me. THE M nil. Virginia & Ga. R’Y. —IS THE ONLY SHORT AND DIRECT LINE TO THE NORTH, SOUTH, EAST AND V/EST. PULLMAN'S FINEST VES TIBULE SLEEPERS —c BETWEEN ATLANTA & KNOXVILLE MACON & CHATTANOOGA BRUNSWICK & ATLANTA WITIIOrTCHA^tiH. Direct Connections at Chat tanooga with Through TRAINS AND PULLMAN SLEEP ERS TO Memphis and the West, a! Khoxalll© wills Pullman Slcpl«ts for WASHINGTON, PHILADELPHIA, AND NEW YORK. FOR FURTHER INFORMATION ADDRESS. B.W.WRENN, CHAS. N.KICMT Uen'l. P«m. Af, A. O. I\ A. KNOXVILLE. ATLANTA tieorgisi Midland & fSulfß.lt. SOUTH. Loavc McDonough ' '.llll a. m. . Arrive. Greenwood T-'lt “ “ Louctlii 7rJ5 “ “ Griffin “ NOKTH. Leave Griffin 4:00 p. m. Arrive Louells 4:40 “ “ Greeuwo-ai 4 :4e “ “ McDonough £*d)s “ Sf. E GRAY,Sup’t. T PPH cures scratch on J\ 1 Jv ii”‘T Pj Jl.': iieraes, manjre on dogs with one or two applications. Fo. sale by O J. zanders. m ctfliUßC A U>Tt. T 'FT'S At TITV lUini A{* t nfil A-pijr rj- - o Irc-s, we » nvu. trill Ww ”“ 1 2 TLI tS 2T ST TtHMi TAFT 8804. M CO .MCHMTIM.T f Kfc S. Highest of all in Leavening Power.— U. S. Gov’t Report, Aug. 17, 1889. -.A Powder ABSOLUTELY PURE I WILL BE WORTHY OF IT. j 1 may not reach the hights 1 seek, My untried strength may fail me ; Or, halfway up the mountain peak, Fierce tempest may assail me : But though'tint place I never gain, Herein ties comfort for my pain— I will be worthy of it. I may not triumph in success, Despite my earnest labor ; I mar not grafp results that bless ’The efforts of my neighbor ; But though my goal I never see, This thought shall always dwell with me— I will be worthy of it. The golden gloiy of love’s light • May never fall on my way ; My path may always lead through night, I,ike some deserted bywav , But though life’s dearest joy I miss, There lies a nameless joy in this— -1 will be worthy of it. One of the poorest men on earth is the one who has no time or inclination to do anything except try to make mon ey.—Ex. The merit of Hood’s Sarsaparilla is not accidental but is ihe result of care ful study and experiment by educated pharmacists. , “What is sweeter than to have a friend that you can trust ?” asked ■Jones. “To have a friend who will trust you," replied Brown. Mrs. Ruggs—Why do you dislike Dr. Curem ? Mrs. Muggs—He cured my hus band’s rbeumati-m, so he can' never tell when it is going to rain, and last week I spoiled a brand new hat. She —Women cannot be satirical, any more than they can be humorous. I le—lf that’s so, how is it that when a man proposes, after courting a girl jpr seven years she §ays: “Oh, Qdorge, t his is so sudden !” Nearly all women have good hair, though many are gray, and few are bald. Hall’s Hair Renewer restores the natural color, and thickens the growth of the hair. It is stated that Gen. Weaver, the People’s candidate for President, is very fond of buttermilk. The Boston Advertiser thinks he will need to brace up on something stronger on the morn ing after the election. Here is a knock down seutence from Major Black’s speech at Grawfordville : “The man who would play upon the prejudices of the poor to hurt the rich, would if the occasston presented, use the money of the rich to grind the poor.” It is now estimated that the fruit, watermelon and vegetable crops this year brought $317,000 into Houston county. There was shipped flora the county this year 190 carloads of peaches and 534 carioads of watermelons. With fair crops next year these figures will he nearly doubled. The following is taken from the an nouiicemeut of a third party candidate in the. Worth County Local: “I be lieve the government ought to own all means of transportation, including horses, mules and oxen, and be com pelled to feed them and let every man ride that wauts to.” Neighbor No. I.—“ Does the noise of my children disturb you ?” Neighbor No. 2.—“ Oh, I 'ike it.” “Do pou, really ?” “Yes, indeed. My husband’s rela tives are rather nervous people, and they never stay longer than a day or two now.” “I am in a doubtful State,” remark ed a confiding young man to a stranger he met on the cars. “Where do you live ?” asked the stranger. “Right here in Naw York ” “New York is no doubtful state. It is solid for Cleveland.” “That don't do roe any good. I pro posed last night and have baeu neither accepted or rejected, so 1 am in a doubtiul state, no matter how New York gees. llowtheNew York girls goes is what bothers me.” Best H love fitting Corset in the south for SI.OO. Rcket Store. McDonough, ga.. Friday. September 23, isou. GEORGIA ITEMS. Indications point to a number of northern visitors at the YYhigham this winter. Pike couuty man, aged 89, was mar ried last week to a lady, his junior by half a century. The registration of public school stu dents in Marietta foots up 355 white and 355 colored. Supt. W. L Woodward of the Kin caid mills at Griffin has tendered his resignation to take effect October 1. The stockholders of the Crown cot ton mills of Dalton are considering the advisability of increasing the capacity I of the plant. Augusta’s new liquor ordinance re quires saloons to close at 11 o’clock at night and permits no screens or other obstruction to the view. • . R. Mercer of Dawson has bought 50,000 young peach trees of the Elberta variety, and will plant them on his land in the eastern part of the city. Cotton is low, it is true, but most of the Decature farmers made small ac counts this year, and a majority will come out “ahead of the hounds” any how. Quitman Sun : S. R. Swilley, Sr., has been over to Tifton and inspected the tobacco barns. He brought back sampies of bright plug tobacco, cured in a S4O barn, which sells for 50 cents a pound. The sample is beautiful. The low price of cotton and the high price of bacon are causing the farmers around Wiugham to put their hogs in their pindei fields and it is safe, to say that there will he plenty of home raised bacon next year and a surplus be sides. Bigus Daniels, a white man from Upson county, was given a preliminary trial before Commissioner Erwin at Macon Friday afternoon on the charge of illicit distilling, and was bound over under a S2OO bond, in default of which he wfts committed to jail. 4" The citizens of Dodge county are 1 enthusiastic over the prospects of their approaching county fair, which prom ises to he a big success. The fair will open Oct. 12. At its close the entire display ought to be taken to Macon and exhibited at the state lair. Americas Times Recorder: Cotton pickers have had a week of fine weath er, and have made good use of it. The low price of the staple has necessarily reduced the price of picking to 35 and 40 cents per hundred. This is very poor compensation, but even at that low rate the picker gets more out of it than the producer. Griffin Morning Call: We are sor ry to learn that just at present there is more sickness in Gritfin than usual at this time of the year. One physician says that it comes round in cycles, one year out of every five being unhealthy; when there is not enough disease to alarm any one. Still, Gritfin has a reputation for general healthfuluess that we are anxious to maintain. Robert Yancy, the young man who shot his brother-in-law, James Daniels, about two months ago near Forest Station, has gone crazy. Since ti e killing Yancy has been at his home, eight miles from Atlanta. In the past ten days he has been acting very strangely. A few days ago it became necessary to place him in close confine □lent to prevent his doing any damage to himself in anyway. He will be tried on a writ ol lunacy in Henry county and will probably be sent to the lunatic asylum. Macon has had another addition to her citizenship in the person of no less a gentleman than the Ilev. Joseph \1 unday, whose fame has no geograph ical limits in this country. He has gone to Macon to live and has taken with him his family. Mr. Munday’s life reads like a romance and has been crowded full of sensational and pictures que incidents. He was originally a clown in a circus and made quite a name in the riug. From this happy go-lucky life be was abruptly divorced by his conversion to the church. He then became an evangelist and a dos ciple of John Wesley, and his peculiar talent made him famous. His utter ances are rich, forceful and his delivery dramatic and effective. He is the orig inator and promoter of the scheme to build a home for fallen women iu Nash ville and he achieved his darling am bition. He has labored with great ef fect and good among women leading abandoned lives and has rescued many an unfortunate woman from her down ward course. As a general rule, it is best not to correct costiveness by use of saline or drastic medicines. When a purgative is needed, the most prompt, effective, and beneficial, is Ayer’s Pills. Their teudeuey is to restore, and not weaken, the moral action of the bowels. POLLY’S WEDDING. BY HKBBKRT ST. CI,AIK Thrice had been called the banns of marriage between John Anthony Brine, bachelor, and Mary Ellen Prim rose, spinster, both of Treverton, in the county of Devon ; thrice had prot tv Polly Primrose—from the Prim rose pew—smiled sweetly at tin* good old clergyman while lie performed this highly interesting ceremony ; and thrice had Jack Brine endured the same ordeal, but with far less ielf-po session, as he sat in the free seats low er down burying a very red face in his prayer book, until he remembered that people might ihink he was reading the marriage service ; and then throwing his head back ar.d glaring round de fiantly with a look which said as plain ly as possible: “Ah, you may giggle, but wouldn’t some of you fellows like to be in my shoes ; and, may hap, there’s two or three of you girls who wouldn’t miud being in Polly’s!” ‘‘Well, the third Sunday came and went, and the wedding was to take place on the following Friday. There was to be a grand gathering of friends at Primrose Farm after the ceremony. All their friends declared that the wedding would be an unfortunate one, for had not the youug people been present at the calling of their own banns ! —a most unlucky sign, they said. And the wedding to tako place on Friday, too! —the most unlucky ol all days of the week ! But it was Polly’s choice, and so Friday was decided upon. Polly was ail orphan and lived with her uncle and at the farm. Far mer Primrose was not ; it is true, much in favor of the marriage ; lie had always wauted young Squire Trever ton as a husband for his niece, that young gentleman having made half hearted loye to Polly for some time past. But Polly loved Jack Brine and Jack loved Polly ; and as Jack had a very good character as a manly young fellow, and had since his father-’s death, eighteen mouths ago, made a very good thing of the Cross Hill Farm, there was really no excuse for keeping the vouug people apart. All wen! well until,. 'Ve.jjicjsjjpy be fore the 'wedding. Invitations for the party were sent broadcast; and on ly a wonderful little manager like Aunt Primrose could have arranged for the seating and feeding and amus ing of such a numerous company. “Bless you, Polly,” the dear old creature would say, “your wedding party will be the talk of the country side for mauy a year ; and yon deserve it, my dear, you have been a gaod girl to me.” Alas! on the Wednesday, young Squire Treveatou, lately returned from Loudon, drove up to Primrose Farm in his dog-cart, and almost at the same lime a dark cloud seemed to come into the bi ight sky. The squire had a private interview with Farmer Primrose, and then drove away. What transpired at that inter view need not bo told. The lie that was uttered has long since been nailed down, and ths utterer thereof has been made to stand exposed and asham ed before the whole of the little world of Treverton. Suffice it to say that if the charge against Jack Brine con tained in that lie had been true, Far mer Primrose would have been quite justified in breaking off his niece’s mar riage, even at this eleventh hour. The farmer took too much for granted when he conderned Jack unheard. In spite of his wife’s gentle remonstrance, lie flew into a violent rage, swore that there should be no marriage, sent a long and contemptuous letter to Cross Hill Farm by one farm servant, a short, curt note to tlie vicarage by an- other, and then stormed and raved about the house for a good hour, the result being that before nightfall the whole country side was ringing with the news that Jack Brine had done j something dreadful, and there was to: be no marriage on Friday. Meanwhile, Jack was away at Kxe- 1 ter, making some business arrange- j meuts, so that he might have a good fortnight’s holiday. He started on Thursday. The train had scarcely steamed out of the station when a heavy snowstorm broke over the coun try. The consequeuce was that mid da) he found himself landed at a little station, fifteen miles from his home, and not a conveyance to he had. The snow was coming down in blinding sheets, and making the roads all but impassable. Jack enjoyed a good meal at the solitary little inn of the place, and then set out manfully to walk to Cross Farm. j It was a fearful walk. He lost bis way twice, made twentyfive miles of the j journey at least, and, finally, arrived I home exhausted and half frozen, with |in a couple of hours of mid-night. He I did not look at his letters, but after | giving strict orders to be awakened at j eight next morning, ho tumbled iuto the bed. 11. Friday morning broke, and the snow was still falling slightly, although the fury of the storm was past. When Jack woke, he sprang out of bed like a giant refreshed, and came singing into the big kitchen, where he ate his breakfast iu a very joyous frame of mind. Then it was that a letter beside his plate caught bis attention. He picked it up, opened and read it. For a mo ment his face assumed an ashen pale ness. “Curse him 1” he gasped at last, I know whose foul work this is. That scandal was never cleared up as it should have been. I was a weak fool to treat it with contempt; the girl, of course, will be paid to bear false wit ness against me. What can I do ? What can I do?” He stood swaying to and fro for a minute, the letter crumpled in his clenched hand. His old housekeeper stood at the doorway and watched him with frightened glances, wondering what was to follow. Jack suddenly smoothed out the letter and read it. ‘••And so, Farmer Primrose, you believed him beforo me,” he murmur ed between his teeth, and you have written to tell the parson there will be no wedding. Well, we shall see.” There was an ugly, stern look on his face. Striding from the room he went straight to the stables and sad dled tho big gray mare. “Tom,” I ,e shouted, and a lad ap peared from the inner recesses of a cow shed ; “saddled Dobbin and ride as fast as you cau to Treverton Vicar age.” The hoy started and said nothing, while His master led the gray mare saddled and bridled out of the stable. “And tell the parson,” went on Jack, as he vaulted into the saddle, “that the ffiftrriage will come off, after alt and to be ready in tho church at tho time ar ranged. Then he clattered out of »ho yard, and horse and rider disappeared down the road in a cloud of snow. Meaniime things were going quietly at Primrose Farm. The farmer had sworn that there should be a party, just the same, and that Polly was well rid of a scamp, and had better look cheerful, and maybe she would not have to look far for an honest mail and a gentleman (meaning Squire Trever ton.) l’olly wept until her eyes were red, and worried her poor little self in vain endeavors to imagine why Jack did not write aud explain. Aunt Primrose went about her dit ties nobly, and did her best to cheer Polly, but it was a hopeless business altogether. And now the guests began to arrive, and not many who had been invited failed to make their appearance. The invitations had not been recalled, and the good peopleof Treverton and neighborhood saw no rea son why they should forego tbeir dinnerand the chance of hearing more about the scandal The conse quence was that poor Polly had to re ceive the young men and maidens of the surrounding district, and laugh with them aud return their compli merits of the season as though nothing had happened. She bore herself bravely, however, and did not show her grief to the good folks who were j watching her ; for she was a proud lit- tie lassie, ami tolil herself that she would he worthy of .lack. Neverthe less, there was awkward air upon the assembly, ami this increased as the time arrived, when the wedding party should have set out for the church. The farmer blustered about and en deavored heroically to introduce a spir ' it of jovialty into the proceedings, hut j he was not etniueuly successful. Presently, when the company were whispering together in little knots about the room, a kuock was heard at the door, and all heads were turned ex pectantly. The door opened, and a young man ■ enveloped in a heavy fur coat entered the room. He had aristocratic feat ! ures and an easy attractive manner. This was young Squire Treverton and Karine- Primrose immediately pressed ■ forward to welcome him. Before long the party wa3 alive The young squire was so good natured, so ready to please, and distributed his favors with such delightful impartiality that every one was soon in the best of humor. Every one except Polly, who, although she knew nothing certain, could not fail to associate all her troub le with the young squire’s previous visit. After awhile, the distinguished visi tor made cautious advances to the niece of the house, but Polly was not responsive. She sat by the fire side, and he leaned over her chair and whis pered sweet nothings. He was re marka blv clover at this sort of thing. “I should like to make you a pres ent, Miss Primrose. Now what would yon like be3t in all the world ?” The squire had just asked this ques tion when, and beforo Polly could make any reply, the door was flung violently open, and a tall figure ap peared in the doorway, heralded by a gust of snow laden wind. He was smeared and patched with snow as though he bad bad a fall or two, and in his right hand be held a heavy hunt ing crop. The women folk gave a little scream in unsion, the men looked at one an other and did nothing. Farmer prim rose stepped forward with rage in his face, and the squire turned very pale, and steadied himself against the wall. The new-comer took no notice of all this ; hut, after one swift glance round the room, he walked across to the fire-place, where Polly, havhip risen to her feet, was standing and watching him with open mouth and glistening eyeK. As he held out his arras she flew to him, fluug her arms round his neck, nestled hqr curly head in a great patch of snow on his breast, and murmured simply,— “Jack 1” “That is the answer to my question, I suppose,” muttered tho squire as he stepped back into the shadow. lack carefully and tenderly drew Polly to his left side, so as to leave bis right baud free, and then faced the company. “What is the meaning of this, sir ?” cried the farmer fiercely. “It means that I have come lor my wife, Farmer I’rimroan,** raid ttnrytnmg man boldly. “I have not come here to talk or to defend my character, hut I have come for Polly. If you mean to do the right thing, and give your niece away, you can follow us to the church ; hut 1 warn you we shan’t wait long.” Without another word he walked across tho room to tho open door, with Polly clinging to his arm, and for a moment none daresay him nay. As the couple disappeared through the doorway, however, tho company returned from their bewilderment, aud urged by the common instinct of curi osity, made a rush for the road. Farmer Primrose, who had been struck by the suburb audacity of the young man, now woke to the fact that something must be done. He, too made a rush for the road, but it is no easy matter to get through a crowd of chattering girls and chuckling men, who are not paying the least attention to you, except perhaps to obstruct you. The result was, that the farmer, after much puffing, forced bis way to the front. Jack was mounted on the gray mare, with Polly in his arms, at least so the girls say who were present on that eveDtful occasion, and I am in clined to take their evidence on such a point. There are, it is true, some of the men folkß who say that she sat be hind him and hugged him round the waist, so as not to fall off. Anyhow, there can he no doubt that they were both safely mounted on the back of the gray mare. As the farmer rushed forward .Jack touched the mare with his heel and awiy she w-suf, plungmg ‘ hr:’ lv thr ni h the soo v and l>< a ; her doublo hiir-t- ii r gio ■'allmiK ; a I he youig puOpr! i i ti e owl, a d at the f :rm'"ou <* d'ww. <*o iM restrain ihom bui. s no li nger, luu sent ou the crisp air a liuging cheer of encourage ment. The farmer was not to be haflled, however, and as soon as he could sad die a hotse set off in pursuit. But ; fortune favors the brave, and while Jack and his bride reached the church without accident; the hot headed far mer had several unlucky tumbles in the snow drifts. When he dually arrived at Trevor ton church he met the young people coming out looking very happy. I might prolong my story by telling you how the farmer stormed, how he ") ( ENTS A COPY. gave in, how tho truth came cut that very ciay, when Squire Treverton was proved to he a villiau, and how the happy couple returned to tho farm and received a triumphant reception. > l!il1 1 ,lave tol '* >ou how, after all, l’ollj 'a wedding came off. and as for the rest, well, you can guess that with out ray assistance, I am sure. A Tale of a Shirt. ‘•I now carry three" dozen laundred shirt with me when I traveled, and divide them among half a dozen grips and trunks as an insurance against ac cident," sail Clarence G. Steadman, a commercial pilgrim with headquarters at the Lindell to a St. Louis Globe- Democrat man “Last summer I reach ed Atlantic, Ja., the abiding place of my best girl, Saturday noon. My trunk failed to connect, an expected re mittance did not arrive, and there I was stuck, without mouey to l«ty a change of linen, and the young lady expecting me to tea. I had nothing to do, so couceivcd the brillient idea of remaining :n my room and sending my linen to my laundry witTi a quick-time order. I did so, and in ten minutes the porter rapped at the door and told me Miss So and So was in the parlor with a number of other young ladies, waiting fur me. I took the porter into my confidence, anil he went down and bawled out that ‘Mistah Steadman couldn’t come down cos he don sent his shirt, to Lite wash,’ Then the girls pounded on the piano and sang ‘The S. ig i l tho Shirt.’ At this picture the I hi ml ry kid came to the foot of the stairs and yelled out that “the boss say lie can’t git that are shirt done afore to moner.’ Well, 1 wrapped .a sheet around me and strode up and down my room, engaged in silent prayer, while the girls in the parlor howled like a female hoarding school on a holiday. There was a rap ou the door and the laundry kid, with a suspicious grin, handed in a bundle. The boss was ni'staken, and my troubles were at an end. 1 got into the clothes, but they were evidently not mine.’ The bifur cated garments had a lot of fizagig trim ming around the bottom. They were roomy enough, but the room was not in at the right place. A man who wear sucli.- except on compulsion, should be made an exam ple of. The shirt was cut low at the top and bottom had a fretwork bosom and no sleeves. I thought perhaps it was a now stylo just imported from I’oscy county ; got into it, tied a hand kerchief around my neck, and was pre paring to descend when an old maid hoarder at the hotel came to inform mo that her laundry had been delivered at my room by mistake. She was in a hurry for it and insisted that 1 hind it out at once. As I could not do so she alarmed the house with acrv of ‘thieves’ and the city marshal broke into my room at the head of a mob while I was trying to find my way out of that lingering eternity of a shirt. I don’t go to Atlantic now.” A liriile From a Collin. “I married my wife on the day I expected to attend her funeral,’’ said Abram Poindextei to the Idle Hour Club that was holding a seance at the Southern, St. Louis. “That was twenty five years ago, in Richmond, Va. We were t<> have been married on Jan. 1, but on Christmas day the young lady was taken ill, and on the last of (he old year she died apparently. The fu neral was to occur at an early hour the next morning and she was placed in a coffin that evening.” About mid night I went tq the room where she lay and the watchers withdrew to the hall. I sat down and bowed my head upon the coffin, overwhelmed by my loss. I sat there perhaps ten minutes when I heard a scratching inside tho coffin, then a stifled sob. My nerves already strained to their utmost tension, seemed to snap, and I stood up and screamed like a hysterical woman. The watchers lln.ught I had becomo insane, and tried to take me away. I was powerless to speak, and could only point to the coffin. They did not un derstand me, and presisted in taking mo away. I broke from them and strove to tear off the coffin lid with my fingers. They called for help, but all the men in Uicbraond could no have held me back. I ripped that coffin lid to splinters, drugged the young lady from it and rushed into the open air with her. The people were too much horrified to follow me instantly. They called in the police to confine me, but when they found me the young lady had her arms around my neck and we were both laughing and crying like a couple of children. The minister came to preach the funeral, but per formed the marriage ceremony instead.”